Sketch of the life of Shakespeare. Tempest. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Merry Wives of Windsor. Twelfth Night. Measure for Measure. Much Ado about Nothing. Midsummer Night's Dream. Love's Labour's Lost. Merchant of Venice. As You Like It. All's Well That Ends Well. Taming of the Shrew. Winter's Tale. Comedy of Errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard II. King Henry IV, pts. 1-2. King Henry V |
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... tell your piteous heart , There's no harm done . Mira . Pro . O , wo the day ! No harm . I have done nothing but in care of thee , ( Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of ...
... tell your piteous heart , There's no harm done . Mira . Pro . O , wo the day ! No harm . I have done nothing but in care of thee , ( Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of ...
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... tell - tales here ? Jul . If you respect them , best to take them up . Luc . Nay , I was taken up for laying them down : Yet here they shall not lie , for catching cold . Jul . I see you have a month's mind to them . Luc . Ay , madam ...
... tell - tales here ? Jul . If you respect them , best to take them up . Luc . Nay , I was taken up for laying them down : Yet here they shall not lie , for catching cold . Jul . I see you have a month's mind to them . Luc . Ay , madam ...
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... tell thee , my master is become a hot lover . Laun . Why , I tell thee , I care not though he burn himself in love . If thou wilt go with me to the ale - house , so ; if not , thou art a Hebrew , a Jew , and not worth the name of a ...
... tell thee , my master is become a hot lover . Laun . Why , I tell thee , I care not though he burn himself in love . If thou wilt go with me to the ale - house , so ; if not , thou art a Hebrew , a Jew , and not worth the name of a ...
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... tell me some good mean , How , with my honour , I may undertake A journey to my loving Proteus . Luc . Alas ! the way is wearisome and long . Jul . A true - devoted pilgrim is not weary To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps ; Much ...
... tell me some good mean , How , with my honour , I may undertake A journey to my loving Proteus . Luc . Alas ! the way is wearisome and long . Jul . A true - devoted pilgrim is not weary To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps ; Much ...
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... tell myself ; and yet ' tis a milk - maid : yet ' tis not a maid , for she hath had gossips : yet ' tis a maid , for she is her master's maid , and serves for wages . She hath more qualities than a water - spaniel , -which is much in a ...
... tell myself ; and yet ' tis a milk - maid : yet ' tis not a maid , for she hath had gossips : yet ' tis a maid , for she is her master's maid , and serves for wages . She hath more qualities than a water - spaniel , -which is much in a ...
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Page 322 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Page 366 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Page 423 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...
Page 201 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Page 201 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Page 373 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be...
Page 209 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 19 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Page 251 - I cannot reconcile my heart to Bertram ; a man noble without generosity, and young without truth ; who marries Helen as a coward, and leaves her as a profligate . when she is dead by his unkindness, sneaks home to a second marriage, is accused by a woman whom he has wronged, defends himself by falsehood, and is dismissed to happiness.
Page 457 - Tomorrow is Saint Crispian " : Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day." Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day: then shall our names, Familiar in...